Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Fallond took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fallond fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 130 gp. Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His black fur is thinning but still full. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Lone is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He dresses like a well dressed Tailor does. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He got into the Tailor business at a young age. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a yellow coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head, and carries longswords. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Born in the south to a Fletcher, Mord learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fletcher. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 30000 cp. Silver pearl (110 gp). Citrine (50 gp).